Rescue

Mud oozed between Macy’s toes, soothing the thorn-pierced skin on her bare feet. The sun blazed through parting rain clouds. Shining its light on the thorny bushes and flat earth that spread out in all directions towards the horizon. Behind her, beyond that last hill was her boyfriend, James. The ants and maggots probably got to him now. Joining the vultures that pecked at his dehydrated corpse.

Tears pushed under her eyelids, but never fell. Something roared in the distance, growing louder. Flying against the sun, a chopper droned towards her. Those tears swelled and streamed down her dirt-stained cheeks.

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What a beautiful image by Roger Butolt! My mind immediately went to a story of a woman who survived getting lost in the wilderness. Hope you enjoy it.